Page 48 of Kidnapped from the Paradise Resort

“Fine, get out of here. And don’t ever come back!”

The words were filled with false bravado but J’orn didn’t even bother to answer. He just headed out of the brothel with Kara still slung over one shoulder. As she swayed dizzily, she wondered where he was taking her.

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KARA

It turned out the answer was straight to the shuttle station.

“But I can’t get on a shuttle like this!” Kara protested as he bought her a ticket from the automatic kiosk on the shuttle that was headed for the Kindred Mother Ship in fifteen minutes. “I only have on your shirt and I’m all…all messy,” she added, feeling her cheeks get hot with a blush.

She could still feel his seed running down the inside of her thighs. He had only spurted in her once—that she could feel—but it must have been a lot because she was extremely sticky with it.

“Sorry about that,” J’orn said roughly. “I know you probably hate me for it, but I was trying to give you what you needed.”

“Hey, I never said—” Kara began.

“Here—there’s a public fresher for women only right there,” he said, steering towards a sign that readFemalein alien characters. “Go inside and get cleaned up—I’ll find you something to wear around your waist while you do.”

Still feeling shaken, Kara went into the public restroom to do as he asked. The Paradisians kept their public spaces spotless—probably because the whole planet relied on tourism—so she had no difficulty finding a clean stall to do her business in.

The toilet was a kind of bidet which sprayed warm water on her private areas and then warm air to dry her, much to Kara’s relief. She had a feeling she wasn’t going to be able to talk J’orn out of putting her on the shuttle and she preferrednotto get the seat all wet when she sat down.

She was also glad that his shirt was so big on her that it almost acted like a dress, falling to her mid-thighs. She had to roll the long sleeves up but at least she finally got all the buttons fastened.

When she stepped out of the restroom, J’orn handed her a colorful silk scarf.

“Here—tie this around your waist,” he ordered.

Kara did as he asked and was surprised to see that the scarf—which was quite large—made a very passable skirt. It even matched his shirt—not bad at all.

“And here—I got you these too.” J’orn showed her a pair of cheap sandals that looked to be her size. Without asking her if she needed help, he knelt before her and slipped them onto her feet.

“Oh…thank you.” Kara braced one hand on his broad shoulder to keep from falling over as he helped her into the sandals.

“There.” He rose to tower over her, a stern look on his face. “Now tell me who did this to you—who sold you out?”

“It was Gaela—Lady Winthrip—and her attendant, Brother Nono,” Kara admitted. “She asked me to come over for a glass of wine and some snacks right after you left and I was stupid enough to say yes.” She gave a little laugh that turned into a sob halfway through. “I never thought she would…would do anything like that. She seemed sonice.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself.” J’orn cupped her face in one big hand and thumbed away the tear that was rolling down her cheek. “I just need to know one more thing,” he rumbled, looking into her eyes. “When you were at the brothel, did anyone else…any other male…I know you told me they didn’t but I just need to hear it again.”

“No—not that I know of.” Kara shook her head. “I woke up naked and…and tied to those posts and they were talking about me—about how they’d given me a shot of that…that…”

“Y’thosin,”J’orn finished for her, grimly. “It’s a black market aphrodisiac that causes women injected with it to need sex.”

“I never felt anything like it,” Kara admitted. She was still shaken by the strange and awful experience—and she was beginning to be embarrassed about the way she’d acted, too. She’dbeggedJ’orn to take her—to fuck her. And then she’d begged him to do it harder!

She could still feel his thickness thrusting inside her—could still hear the slap of flesh against flesh as he rammed himself inside her while she begged for more…more!

“Harder—fuck me harder!”she remembered moaning.

The memory was too much and she pulled away from his gentle touch, too ashamed to meet his eyes. What must he think of her now?

J’orn sighed and tugged at one of his horns.

“I’ll see you safely on the shuttle and then I’ll go back and deal with those bastards that hurt you,” he said in a low voice. “Then I’ll pack up your things and bring them back to the Mother Ship.”

“Okay, um, thank you,” Kara said uncertainly. “And thank you for coming to save me. How…how did you know where I was?”

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